It may be called purification's cool fire,
It may be called the filter of discrimination.
It's letting the dust of what you think you are settle,
Its seeing your usual self to be a facsimile, a living lie.
What's left is the beginning of wholeheartedness,
And the strength to bear one's own nothingness.
There's then the glimmer of what's to come,
That self as shadow can be lived in the light of Self's glory.